Halloween Week: Step Into The Woods

Happy Halloween!

For this day of scare fests, we travel the forest path, far into the darkness…

Calling You

A single voice.

A sweetling voice.

A treble tone, and sing-song notes, of joy and giggling.

A voice to dance among the treetops and sing among the posies. A voice that calls, Come hither, come hither. It’s a beautiful day. It beckons and you will follow.

You will follow it off the safest path, and within the darkest woods. You will follow past the perfume scents and through the sharpest thorns. You will follow though the sun has set and the night is always met. You will chase the voice around the trees, and see them all appear. Their yellow eyes, their sharpened teeth, their fetid whispers in your ear.

And then the voice, that sweetling voice, that voice will call your name.

It will sing your song, your final song, and then your life will end…

With a screaming voice.

Your single voice.

Buried Bones

I miss the warmth of the sunlight.

It is too cold and dark buried here beneath the earth.

I miss the sounds of laughter, of my sweet children’s voices.

Interred deep, I hear nothing save the scrabbling of mice and insects.

I miss the moon, I miss the stars, but not the night.

Without eyes, I live in darkness.

I miss the smell of perfume on my skin. I miss my skin.

Would that I could turn back time.

Would that I could live again.

But I am nothing but murdered bones.

Trapped and forgotten under the forest soil.

© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved

Thank you for joining me in this week long celebration of Halloween fun.
Have a great and scary day!

And remember, as a Halloween treat, you still have until midnight October 31^st
to download both books in my Killers and Demons series for free on Smashwords. 

Check them out here:

Killers and Demons

Killers and Demons II: They Return

Drabble Wednesday: Crypts and Bones

Today on Drabble Wednesday we visit the realm of Death…

Past the Moonlit Arch

Two figures, black hooded cloaks dark as spilled ink, stand guard on opposite sides of the arch. Aria stares through the opening , at the sterling pearl of a moon in the raven shadowed sky.

“Will it hurt?” she whispers to her guardian and escort.

“Only for a moment, and then you will be free.”

Her steps are hesitant, but steady, as she walks down the path to her fate, through the archway, past the stone, to halt under the moonlight.

She inhales, a brief, delicate sound, her last act before the horned beast rips out her heart and feasts.

Always a Bride

She stroked the faded ivory silk, the lace yellowed with age. The edges had tattered, and the pink ribbon fastened around her waist, but it was still her wedding dress. She remembered that day, her marriage. She had been happy.

If she only knew. That her precious joy would turn to ash when her husband imprisoned her in his family crypt. Each day she believed she would die, but as the years rotted away her flesh, she remained. A haunted skeleton living in her tomb.

A noise made her turn her skull, her neck bones creaking. Her husband was visiting.

Three Stones

Molly wiped away her tears, afraid her mind finally snapped from grief. She stared at three gravestones under a forest tree. Graves that appeared out of nowhere.

Come closer, Molly.

Molly jumped back. She knew those voices.

Come closer, Molly.

“Mama? Daddy?”

Heart soaring, not caring if she was insane, she raced forward to the graves, lured by the sound of the impossible. Molly gasped. Three names were inscribed on the stones.

“Richard. Janet. My parents.” She trembled. “And Molly? What does it mean?”

That we saved a place for you.

Molly screamed as the earth opened and swallowed her.